By Sumayya Desai
Three roads: one of death, one of living with doubt, and one of living happily from the mercy of God but with tests along the way
The last one is what I’ve been living my whole life up till today;
Tears have been shed, sufferings have happened, weaknesses have over powered, but even though there might be the feeling of sympathy of the one who goes through sufferings,
They are not perfect;
Especially me;
The tears of repentance drop every day, the hands for prayers are raised every day, the thanks for the blessings are also said everyday
Because 18 years and counting to 19 very soon have me look up and say
Thank you for keeping me alive till now; because there were doubts I’d never experience
A child’s life
But it all got turned around when I lived
faced with the truth each and every year
got knocked down over a thousand times
my mom sacrificed her life up for mine
My life where there’s mirrors blocking my way to show that reflection
Of how I’ve spent my 18 years
I look straight into that reflection and I see
A grown girl lookin' at me
Because I know God gave me a test
Which I don’t resent
Because if it wasn’t for God’s test
That girl wouldn’t be looking at me saying
I’ve made it
All 18 years of my Life
Three roads: one of death, one of living with doubt, and one of living happily from the mercy of God but with tests along the way
The last one is what I’ve been living my whole life up till today;
Tears have been shed, sufferings have happened, weaknesses have over powered, but even though there might be the feeling of sympathy of the one who goes through sufferings,
They are not perfect;
Especially me;
The tears of repentance drop every day, the hands for prayers are raised every day, the thanks for the blessings are also said everyday
Because 18 years and counting to 19 very soon have me look up and say
Thank you for keeping me alive till now; because there were doubts I’d never experience
A child’s life
But it all got turned around when I lived
faced with the truth each and every year
got knocked down over a thousand times
my mom sacrificed her life up for mine
My life where there’s mirrors blocking my way to show that reflection
Of how I’ve spent my 18 years
I look straight into that reflection and I see
A grown girl lookin' at me
Because I know God gave me a test
Which I don’t resent
Because if it wasn’t for God’s test
That girl wouldn’t be looking at me saying
I’ve made it
All 18 years of my Life
Salam; I am currently a grade 12 student from Islamic foundation school. I began writing since I was in Grade 8 but it was on and off; I never really cared about writing poetry before until maybe last year when I participated in MIST Poetry which inspired me to write more. It wasn't only from that one experience though, it was also from the life I am living today; I have been through hardships but from the mercy and blessings of Allah, Alhamdulillah I'm still standing on my feet. But there is one person in my life after Allah who has been there every step of the way in my life and that has been my mom. I am so blessed to have a mom who has been protective and very supportive and has sacrificed everything for me. May Allah grant her Jannah. Ameen. My poems are based on my life experience and my nom as well as Allah and everything around me
